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sylvanSpider
Weaver of Webs
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#49 | |||
Emily's eyes widened and she dropped to her knees, face frozen in that terrible expression of realization. Her beloved had indeed gone missing, and he was likely in the hands of the vampire. “Ms. Ward...has him? She has William?” she croaked, looking up at Simon already knowing the answer. He hadn't skirted around other facts of his investigation that she knew of, and she saw no reason for him to be lying about this. | ||||
Posted 02-02-2018, 06:48 PM |
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Worm
Two Fish
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Elizabeth remained rigid in her place at the head of her table. A grimace staining her immaculate complexion. "I hate him with every fiber of my being." Her voice was numb and hollow. Moonlight streamed into her dining room, leaving a soft white glow dripping from velvet drapes like milk. | ||||
Posted 02-03-2018, 04:02 AM |
sylvanSpider
Weaver of Webs
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It was the something else entirely that worried Simon. “Something else” was indicative of something he didn't know, something he didn't have any control over, and that simply would not do. However, his investigation was put at a standstill while an escort was found for Emily. Then, there was always the chance that the wretch would try while he was here, and that was all that he would need. But she was too clever for that, wasn't she? If she hadn't sent someone to scout, perhaps one of her fraudulent 'maids,' she'd've come herself. She would know by now that Emily was being watched. As far as he was concerned, he had her in a checkmate—so long as her attention did not divert to another woman. But no, the poisoning of Rosamund was more than enough proof that Emily was the object of desire here. Why bother with isolating her of everyone she loves first otherwise? Chief Thomas, after all, was still very much alive and well. Mrs. Thomas hadn't been isolated before her death. No, she wanted Emily for something else entirely, and it was likely that she was wanting her alive. | ||||
Posted 02-07-2018, 01:32 AM |
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As night had fallen into midnight, and midnight into the witching hour, all were in the throws of sleep. All except Elizabeth. Flint was as dark as it could ever be. No candle flickered, no horse neighed. In the bathtub still soaked in Blanche's blood, Elizabeth stewed. Her mind was a palace, and within it, she planned. | ||||
Posted 03-26-2018, 01:42 AM |
sylvanSpider
Weaver of Webs
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#53 | |||
The women were left alone. The men, having left, brought with them the only signs of life in the house. Emily stood as if frozen in time, her eyes stuck on the bottom of a chair leg. This time the night prior, Rosamund still drew breath. Rosamund was still there offering words of kindness and wisdom. Those words died with her and Emily was left with...nothing.
Katherine watched Emily as she stared into the flames blazing from the hearth. She was left with few options. To go for comfort or not didn't really matter, though the transport to Elizabeth would be easier should she build up trust. Taking a deep breath, she moved to step behind her liege, placing a hand on her shoulder, “I know...I know that nothing I say can bring back your friend, and I know that you hardly know me, but please understand that I am here to help you. You can trust me.†Emily blinked, shaken from her daze shaking her head. Silence followed for a few moments as she remembered that she needed to breath and nodded. “I...I know...I know. But why...why me? And why Rosamund? Does Mr. Wegg truly believe that there is a connection between Mrs. Thomas's murder and Rosamund's? What about William? ...Where do I fit into all of this?†“I wish I had all of the answers for you, dear, I really do. But, Mr. Wegg was hired to his position for a reason. We have nothing to do except wait until he gets this all taken care of,†Katherine said calmly. She knew who Simon was, what his specialty was. She could feel the holy symbols even on the outside of his briefcase. From the chain that hung around his neck bearing that wretched symbol. She knew that he'd be a thorn in their side. “For now, all you can do is rest, which I recommend you do now. Perhaps a new day will help alleviate some of your pain.†Emily didn't object; in fact, she said nothing at all as she stood, a blank expression on her face. She was in her bed, eyes still open, as her heartrate fell to that of a slumbering human. Katherine closed her eyes, placing a hand on Emily's head. She'd successfully infiltrated Emily's dreams. All that is empty in the drawing should be filled in, the teacher said to us kids. First you sharpen the pencil to fill in the thin whiskers, then you use the thick crayon to fill in the wings with brown, meticulously and without letting the crayon leave the page. Six feet can be traced below the soft belly. Now, breathing is hard to detect on paper, the teacher said to me when I asked, but it is easier to feel it in real life.
Even insects breathe. -Rawi Hage, Cockroach | ||||
Posted 03-26-2018, 09:21 PM |
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